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A/N : Phew , finally i've updated . I just ran out of ideas suddenly, mind freeze i guess . Luckily when I started writing , the ideas just came flowing to me ! Yes , here's more Akatsuki x Sakura .
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The pierced man muttered more to himself. Why the heck is the medic smiling to herself? In her sleep!
He brushed his nose on hers. "Why do you make me feel so strange?" His question was left unanswered.
© xSakuraWings
PART 11
"Sleep."
That was the last thing she heard before tumbling over to darkness. The killer headache was too overbearing for Sakura. Never once in her life had she experience this numbing yet pounding feeling inside her head. Her brain was literally going to burst like a balloon! With her Inner ranting out louder than sharp fingernails scratching the chalkboard wasn't any help either.
'Who the friggin' hell drugged us?'
'Inner…'
'I'll murder the little shit when I get up!'
'I don't think..'
'OUCH! STOP POKING MY BRAIN WITH NEEDLES!'
'Inner!'
'WHAT, WOMAN? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN PAIN?'
'I think we're sick.'
'OH. That's bad news.'
'Kami, ease my pain.'
'Ease OUR pain.'
She felt her Inner's voice drifting away and soon gone like the wind. She could hear the blood pounding through her veins. Before her mind shut off completely, she could feel strong arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her up. As much as Sakura wanted to object, she just couldn't.
"Cute girl?"
Tobi suppressed himself from grinning and squealing like a schoolgirl when the pinkette fell limply into his arms. Her face was buried onto the crook of his neck. The masked boy had no idea why the kunoichi suddenly went stiff and silent. Pushing aside his curiosity, all that mattered was he enjoyed embracing her.
Tobi sighed to himself and patted Sakura's backside soothingly. "Cute girl?" He traced circles around her back. "Tobi needs to get up! Tobi is a good boy!" He giggled childishly but piped down when Sakura's response was a subtle sigh. Or snore.
Behind his orange mask, he blinked a few times. "Tobi thinks cute girl needs to go back to bed!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook Sakura. "Cute girl-chan?" Tobi called out a little louder. When her pink locks brushed on his neck, he felt ticklish. "Tobi feels itchy!"
Still no response.
Growing impatient, Tobi pushed Sakura off himself slowly letting Madara surface. "Love?" He noticed that her emerald eyes were closed. His one eye blinked through his mask hole. Madara shook her again. "Love." The raven haired beauty frowned. This wasn't funny the least. What game was his pink haired goddess playing?
His eyes took in her appearance. A trail of sweat was visible on her face. The pinkette was starting to breathe heavily, greedily sucking in the air. Even her eyebrows were scrunched up as if she was in pain. Her whole face was blushing red.
He was stunned for a moment. Afraid that his goddess might be poisoned, he quickly checked for her chakra to see if there was anything foreign. Madara held her up with one hand behind her back and the other one was brushing away her pink locks from her forehead. He pressed his palm onto her forehead. Crimson orbs narrowed.
"Hot."
Yeah, Sakura had a nice figure. But what he meant was – her body temperature was high. Really high. Madara didn't have to be a doctor to know that Sakura was having a high fever right now. And now the mighty Uchiha was starting to panic for his goddess's wellbeing. Using his sleeve, the Uchiha wiped away the sweat on her face.
A figure appeared in front of him but Madara didn't really give a damn care right now. The pierced Leader's glare was enough to pierce holes through his mask already. Usually, Pein was calm and collected. But now seeing the pinkette looking not so well in Madara's arms, this was a different story.
"What do you think you are doing to the medic?" It was supposed to be a question but it came out like a hiss instead. Watching the masked man hold his medic so closely was irritating for Pein. Wait, the pierced man stopped himself. Since when was Sakura his?
Madara wanted to scoff at the Akatsuki Leader for being so clueless and stupid. "She's not feeling well." He stated coldly. Again, Madara grabbed Sakura's cold hands and began pushing his warm chakra into hers. He looked up at the Rinnengan user. "We need a doctor." That wasn't a request.
Pein crouched down and scanned the pinkette. He noted to himself that she didn't look that good. He could sense her chakra levels spiking up and down unevenly. Her breathing was getting hard too; the rise and fall of her chest indicated everything. The pierced man faked a cough and turned away when he caught himself staring at Sakura's chest.
He scooped the pinkette into his arms swiftly from Madara's clutches. That earned a feral growl from the Uchiha. Pein's ringed blue orbs glared at him and it was enough to make him realize that Pein was the Leader here not him. He pressed Sakura closer to him.
"Get Sasori. I'll be in my room."
With that, the auburn haired man strode away elegantly holding an unconscious pinkette in his arms bridal style. There was the slightest smirk on his face when he left. Pein had won this time. Madara was scowling behind his mask but anyway he stood up to search for the puppeteer.
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"Here."
Twelve figures landed on the ground with thud sounds. The one with the hoodie stood up first, scanning the area. Others followed quietly behind him.
The brunette scratched his head. "Shino, are you positive they're here?" He drawled out lazily but his eyes were hard. Searching every spot for his friends. Where are they? Troublesome people.
"My bugs are never wrong, Shikamaru."
The skinny blonde raised an eyebrow at the bug user with a disgusted look on her face. "I hate bugs." No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. Ino innerly ranted to herself. She couldn't recall anyone dating Shino or crushing on him. Poor boy. Maybe she could give him a complete makeup when everything is settled.
Shino noticed Ino's gaze on him. He decided to humor her. Slowly, he inclined his head and a creepy smile was on his face. He chuckled silently when the blonde gave an 'eep' and twirled around.
"What are we waiting for?" A loud feminine voice spoke up. Her fingers tapping on her huge fan with a dull look on her face. Temari needed some action. Almost the whole day they've been jumping on trees and hanging on branches. "Let's go look for those two idiots!" She grinned, flashing her brilliant teeth.
Her little brother shook his head. Temari needs to stop being so loud. Gaara told himself with an amused look on his face. But soon, it turned into a threatening glare at Shikamaru for gaping at his sister with a dreamy look on his face.
"Come on. Naruto-kun and Sasuke are waiting for us."
All heads turned to stare at the Hyuuga heiress. This was the first time she had spoken a full sentence without stuttering. Not only that, she had such a determined and persistent tone to it even Neji was proud of her.
Sai applauded silently for Hinata. She must be dead worried about her boyfriend, his loud obnoxious best pal. Somehow, Sai was able to understanding Hinata's concern for Naruto in some way or another. If someone he loved was on the brink of death and missing, he wouldn't be able to live in peace. And for now, Sai was thinking about his pink haired team mate.
Akamaru started barking. Kiba spoke softly. "I think we don't need to look for them anymore." He paused. "They're just in front of us."
Tenten almost had the urge to scream but she gasped instead. Lee shook his head and used his hand to shield his team mate's eyes.
All eyes landed on two bloodied and bruised figures lying on the ground.
"N-Naruto-kun!"
They were still breathing.
"Ino! Hurry!"
And they were suffering blood lost.
"Shut your hole, pineapple head. I got it!"
Ino's hands began glowing green and she started on the raven haired man's injuries first. The blonde cringed when she found that his ribs was broken, several bones were out of place. Luckily, she had undergone some basic healing with Sakura. Hinata tended to her boyfriend's injuries.
"N-Naruto-kun, p-please tell me that you're o-okay."
"Hinata, focus on healing him first! Talk less, more chakra!"
"Y-Yes, Ino-chan!"
"N-Naruto-kun… please live.. S-Sakura-chan needs your h-help."
Everyone was silent. All their attention just focused on the two healers healing their friends. The tense atmosphere was starting to drown everyone. Until the Kazekage spoke up, "Sakura taught them how to heal. Naruto and Uchiha will be fine."
Gaara had always looked up to the pink haired medic. Eversince, she had healed him after he was kidnapped by the Akatsuki. Sakura was Tsunade's prized apprentice after all. The best medic nin in Konoha, if not the whole Ninja Country. She had already surpassed the Slug Princess's standards, creating her own legend in Team Seven.
Neji nodded in agreement. He wasn't that close to the pinkette but there was a few times that he had actually had a friendly talk with Sakura.
Lee had a smile on his face. His Lovely Cherry Blossom will be fine!
A loud cough snapped everyone back to reality.
"Y-You're okay, Naruto-kun."
The blonde's mind was still hazy. "…Hinata?" His voice came out more like a croak. "Is that you?" His blue orbs opened slowly to stare at her pearl ones. Despite his dizziness, he managed to crack his usual grin at his girlfriend who gave a soft smile in reply.
"It's me, Naruto-kun." Hinata grasped his hand. "I'm so g-glad you're still alive." She was on the verge of tears already but she held them back. For Naruto, she would be strong like what he wanted her to be.
Naruto's eyes gazed around, landing on all his friends and team mate. "…I knew you guys would come for us, dattebayo.." His red head friend gave him a greeting nod and a small smile. The last person Naruto's gaze landed on was his team mate.
"Welcome back, dickless."
"…Sai…you bastard.."
"Welcome back to you too, emo gay."
"Hn."
"..guess teme's back too.."
"Shut up, dobe."
"Stop struggling, Sasuke! I just finished healing your broken ribs!"
"Hn."
"Forehead's right. You are retarded."
"All Uchihas are retards, Ino."
Glare.
"Don't glare too much, emo gay."
"Hn."
Everyone erupted in laughter.
"All that's left now is to save that ugly hag."
Silence had taken over once again.
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Sasori just wanted to kill himself. Over and over again.
Maybe he'd ask his annoying blonde partner to make him explode – the red head winced when he thought of his internals exploding everywhere. Art is eternal, not a blast. No way was he giving into Deidara, his rival.
Hidan would be a better choice perhaps. No, he wouldn't let the sly albino have his fun stabbing him everywhere. The puppeteer didn't want to be sacrificed to some unknown Jashin god. Ridiculous.
Letting Zetsu to consume him alive was just too painful. He wondered which part of the dead body the plant man would bite first. The red head shook his head. No, this isn't working.
Sasori glared fiercely at the empty wall. "Che." He muttered, flexing his fingers. It was a habit of his when he was perplexed. His never ending glare dropped on person lying on the comfy bed. "Aren't you feeling a little too cozy?" He hissed sarcastically at the sick pinkette.
He wanted to stay away from this female! Now fate was just playing a cruel game on him. Falling for someone who killed you once wasn't exactly what Sasori had expected. True, Sakura was skillful and talented as a kunoichi and medic nin. Not to mention, she was also attractive and smart. Don't forget those luscious legs.
Groaning, he smacked himself on the forehead for letting his thoughts drift away to something else. Sasori drummed his fingers on his face, inspecting Sakura's illness. The redness of her cheeks was less now after injecting some medicine into her body. But the healing process would take a day or so. Probably, the pinkette would be all well by tomorrow morning.
As the red head checked her symptoms, his gaze lingered on her angelic face. He almost wanted to laugh at himself. Who would have thought this girl, the one who could break a thousand puppets into pieces was so innocent like a baby when she slept?
Pink elegant eyebrows, cute button nose and blushing pink cheeks. Beautiful, Sasori commented. His hazel orbs stopped at her lips. Rosy and pouty lips, opening slightly when she breathed. Are they as soft as they look?
He crawled closer to her, to her face, to her lips. Sasori brushed his thumb against her lip, tracing her jawline. Perfect. Why is everything about her so perfect? He needed to know. Why? What is so great about this girl? Following his instincts, Sasori leaned his face to Sakura's.
There was a tingly feeling in his body. Something he had never experience before. How his heartbeat increased. Closing the distance between them, Sasori pressed his lips on Sakura's. A sweet, innocent kiss. It was just a small peck and instantly he pulled back. Shock clouded his face when he realized what he had done.
He just couldn't control himself. His urges were too much for him to suppress. Sasori blinked silently at Sakura who was still sleeping. He ruffled his messy red hair and glared again at her. "You're lucky you're ill, little girl." If not, I would have killed you by now.
His head was rejecting her but his heart was beating like a drum. Impossible. Sasori almost wanted to black out feeling this intense emotion. He swore his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Stumbling to get up, Sasori tossed one last stare at Sakura. It was cold and distant as if blaming her for this feeling. He sighed when he knew that he couldn't get angry at her.
"Little girl, you better get well soon." The puppeteer closed the door silently and walked off to Pein's office to report about this. A voice in his head pestered him to stay with Sakura. Grunting, he ignored the voice and kept moving. A dull look on his face as usual. The one he had always put on when he was an emotionless puppet.
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"Kunoichi?"
Kakuzu stopped in front of the wooden door. He dug one hand into his cloak pocket, feeling his cash. Money, money, money. The stitched man took a few steady breaths and knocked. Hearing no reply from the usual loud and aggressive medic, he coughed. Why was he even doing this, he scoffed at himself.
"Kunoichi," He called out almost uncertain. "Are you in?" He paused for a while. Still, there was nothing. Kakuzu frowned, something that he always did when Hidan annoyed him too much. The tendrils threatened to release themselves from his hands. The need to destroy something. Something like this door, right now.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. His ears perking up to listen to the sounds behind Sakura's door. More or less now, Kakuzu looked like a stalker. He heard some harsh breathing and stiffened immediately. "No fucking way." Then, a soft moan came from inside. What the-
Kakuzu was in a foul mood now.
Who the fucking hell is inside the room with the kunoichi?
Who the fuck dares to touch Sakura?
He never really liked it when he saw any of the Akatsuki members laying their hands on the pinkette. Their dirty little hands. He gritted his teeth. He recalled once when he caught Hidan ogling at Sakura's fine ass. Did he just say she had a fine ass? God, no. He better not be getting attach to this Konoha kunoichi.
His imagination was running wild. What if behind this door Sakura was with another man? All those X-rated images were forming in his head already. But when he thought of Hidan being in the same room with Sakura, Kakuzu was utterly disgusted. How dare that Jashin bastard try to get into Sakura's pants?
Grunting, he slammed the door open, muttering strings of curses enough to rival Hidan's ones. Kakuzu glared at Sakura's bed but found no intruder, no Hidan, no other men. His shoulders dropped down in relief when he saw the pinkette was still under her bed covers, sleeping.
"Still sleeping, kunoichi?" He complained out loud. But he knew that she was a heavy sleeper. Sakura was so innocent. Why was she even here in the first place? Oh right, they had blackmailed her to heal the Uchiha. Wheels spun in his head, Kakuzu noted to himself. When Uchiha's eyes are fully healed in the future, would she leave?
Kakuzu just stood there still, almost frozen. The thought of the pinkette leaving them and going back to her village was unacceptable. No, he wouldn't allow it. Kakuzu was a genius but not a prodigy like Itachi. He knew that most of the members wouldn't let her off the hook so easily. But then, this would mean – more competition.
The stitched man never preferred it this way. He was more to the type who liked to do things the easy way, like earning money. It was simple, just hunt for those in the Bingo Book, hand them over and voila - money all his.
Sakura- well, it was something hard to get. She was violent and dangerous. Yet so elegant and caring. Opposite personalities, yet they fitted her so perfectly. Sakura was like a burning flame surrounded by calm waters. A shining star, a pure gem.
"I'd like to see if there's something money can buy."
Kakuzu didn't know why he voiced his thoughts aloud. Most likely because he wanted to let the pinkette know what she was up against now. Too bad, she was unconscious to hear his declaration of courting her.
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Hic.
"NARUTO! I SAID NO MORA RAMEN-"
Hic.
"NOW, GET OUT OF MY ROO~OOMMM…"
Sneeze.
Sniff.
"..Ah?"
Sniff. Sniff.
"Where's everyone…"
"Hn."
"SASU-KUN!"
Hic.
"Hn."
"Hey, your hair got longer, Sasuke-kun.. You look even more gay."
Itachi's eyes grew twice their natural size when he heard that comment about his silky hair. He blinked in actual shock. No one had dared to talk about his long hair, the one he tied into a ponytail. All the females adored his beautiful hair, all wanting to run their fingers through it but this woman. Did she just insult his hair? Why does she keep calling him using his foolish brother's name?
"Are you feeling better now, Haruno?" Despite the bad comment about his hair, Itachi managed to calm himself and regain his self-composure once again. His face was all stoic and emotionless. "You should stay in your bed." He deadpanned. "You've just woken up." He didn't know why he cared that much. It wasn't important for now.
Itachi watched her. She was still sniffing and hiccupping. Bad case of fever and flu. How can a medic get sick? Nonsense. If he hadn't passed by Pein's office, he wouldn't have over heard Sasori and Pein's conversation about a sick and fragile Sakura. The moment he heard something along the lines like 'take turns to watch over her', Itachi Uchiha burst into the room gallantly and volunteered himself.
"But Sasuke-kunnn.." Sakura pouted. She was still in the state of half conscious. Everything on her mind now was blurry and hazy. Somehow, her brain wasn't functioning that well at this particular moment. "I don't want to." Her pink locks fell and covered the sides of her face, framing her perfectly heart-shaped face.
"Do not be childish, Haruno." Itachi retorted back suavely. "Abstain yourself from calling me my foolish brother's name." Not that he hated Sasuke or anything, but the way Sakura was calling his little brother's name so friendly made his jaw clenched.
"Itachi-kun."
"Hn."
"Can I have some water?"
"Hn."
"Pretty pweasee?"
Itachi knew that he was no match for her. He refused to be ordered around but sometimes he'd make an exception for this pinkette. Sakura was far too interesting by all means to be resisted by him. He stared at her stoically – her cheeks were flushed pink, her chest rose and fell erratically, her mouth pouted cutely. It was too much for him. His mind couldn't help but focusing on how adorable she looked.
"Hn."
What he meant was – Stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll be right back with some water.
When she saw him shut the door behind her, her lips twisted into a sneaky grin. Poor Itachi, he didn't know what Sakura was up to.
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He swung the bag of clay behind his shoulder. Deidara huffed, brushing his bangs aside, reminding himself to take a bath later because his hair smelled like mud and clay. As Deidara walked back to his room to finish up his clay masterpiece, he couldn't help but notice that his door was slightly ajar.
"Funny, un." His one eye blinked. "Didn't know I left my door open, un." He snorted. "Well it's not that anything bad will happen here anyway." Deidara took one step into his room and his jaw dropped down from horror.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD, UN! WHO DID THIS?"
His clay masterpiece was distorted. But before this, it was magnificent! Perfect! Now it looked like a piece of shit or something.
Lumps of clays were splat all around his room. On his desk, his bed, his closet, his chair, his favourite plushy toy – ahem. In other words, Deidara swore that he would kill the intruder.
His eyes caught a quick flash of pink from the corner of the room. He mentally blamed himself for reacting so slow. The pink object darted from the corner and headed straight on at him. Deidara cursed as he was being thrown backward onto the floor. Landing hard on the back of his head first.
"What the - UHMMMMPHHHH!"
Hic.
Giggle.
"Eh, Ino? What're you doing here, pig?"
Hic.
A girl was straddling him, sitting on top of him. Her slender hands placed on his firm chest. Her giggles were bubbly and light. He blinked his eye momentary, relaxing when he saw a glimpse of those familiar emerald orbs. Thank god, it wasn't some unknown intruder.
"….Sakura, un?"
Hic. "Hello blondie, un!" Silly grin.
He blushed slightly, noticing their awkward position. If only Deidara wasn't that tired, he would have taken advantage of the situation. He wanted to get up, his back was getting sore already. Resisting the urge to groan when Sakura rubbed against his lower body, Deidara grabbed the pinkette's waist, hoisting her off him. Only to have her fisting his hair tightly and pulling hard, giggling like a little child.
"Ow! Stop it, un."
Pout. "I don't want to, un."
"Let go of my hair, un."
"No, un."
The blonde Akatsuki rolled his eyes at the pinkette. What is wrong with Sakura today? Why is she acting so different? This is just weird. Maybe this is a dream.
Sakura forcefully tugged on his blonde hair earning a painful yelp from Deidara. She giggled again and released him. Startled, Deidara tumbled back and knocked his closet. The pinkette waved childishly back at the blonde and skipped out of his room.
The bomber groaned and pushed himself up. "What the hell, un?" He got up slowly to chase after the cheeky pinkette. But before he managed to walk out from his room, he clumsily stepped on a lump of clay and slipped himself.
"Stupid clay, un…"
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"Hello!" Hic. Hic. "Anyone in hereeee?"
Silence.
"Umm, no one?" Hic.
Silence.
"No ducky?"
More silence.
Giggle. "Goodbye!"
Slam.
"Who was that? Pesky human. I think it was the pink kunoichi. You think."
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"Hello~"
No reply.
"Anyone home?"
"What do you think you're doing, pinky?"
Hic. "Nothing yet, blue face." Grin.
"Don't 'blue face' me, pinky."
"Blue face."
"Pink face."
"…excuse me?"
Kisame grinned. This was his awesome comeback at her for calling him blue face. Her skin tone wasn't pink actually, but he found her rosy pinky cheeks really enticing. They both always had a knack for calling each other funny nicknames, not that they both minded either. In fact, it made them closer than other Akatsuki members.
"I know you missed me, pinky. But I'm in the middle of something here if you can see-"
Sakura's eyes travelled lower to Kisame's bulky body. She noticed that his chest was bare, again but kept silent. Her gaze stopped below his stomach. A white towel hanging loosely around his waist and ending just above his knees. She would never tell him, but Kisame looked drop dead sexy when he was half naked. Sakura cursed herself, she wasn't in the right mind anyway.
"Like what you see, shrimp?"
The shark nin's voice held a hint of teasing. Kisame put both hands on his waist, accidentally flexing his hard and appealing muscles at her. Her response was a sharp gasp and her face blushed even redder than she was before. Kisame's pride just skyrocketed at her display of shyness at him.
"If you wanted more, you could've just asked. Sakura."
Did Kisame just purr her name?
Sakura closed her mouth when she hiccupped. Her head was burning again and her throat felt dry. She needed water fast! The pinkette could feel Kisame's stare directed at her. "Wa-wa-water!" She choked out and hiccupped again. Tears swelled up at the corner of her eyes.
Kisame's eyes widened. Had he just made her cry? Itachi would murder him. Not just Itachi, the whole Akatsuki organization would kill him. "Oi, pinky." He said comfortingly. "I was just kidding you know?" Apparently, he didn't like seeing Sakura sad either. Crying just didn't suit her.
He eyed her warily and took a step forward. "Sakura?" She was stilled, grasping her neck and breathing heavily. "You okay, pinky?" Kisame wanted so much to throw his arms around the girl and give her a hug, he craved for that. But not until Sakura lets him to do so.
To his dismay, the pinkette gave a grunt and ran off, muttering words under her breath. Kisame stood there still a daze.
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"Stupid money bastard. Can't even afford fucking transportation for these fucking boxes. Just wait till I throw these shitty boxes in his room."
Stomp.
"Hmm, what was that?"
Stomp. Stomp.
"Didn't know that was a damn gorilla in this shithole."
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
CRASH.
"WHAT THE FUCK! Watch where you're going, BITCH! And watch whose feet you fucking step on!"
Hic. "SORRY, OLD MAN!"
"I AIN'T OLD, BITCH."
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The Uchiha walked back silently to the pinkette's room with a tall glass of water in his hand. The glass was very full with water. Itachi took each and every step cautiously.
"Here is your water, Haruno." Itachi raised his eyebrow. "Hn. I told her to stay here."
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Sakura reached the kitchen, huffing and sweating. "Water!" She whined. "I need water!" Sakura leaned against the wall too tired to move. The need for water, the dryness of her throat was too irritating. As much as she wanted to move and get a glass of water, her body wouldn't listen to her.
Urging herself to get up, she stumbled towards the sink. Her sight was already blurring, ready to fall back to her sleep. Sakura was honestly too afraid to close her eyes, she didn't want to be tossed back into her nightmares again.
Just as the pinkette felt her body going limp, her face collided into the hard surface of a chest. The figure steadied them both, slipping his hands under her arms. It was a male, Sakura presume from the feel of the ripping muscle as he moved.
Cracking one emerald eye open, the pinkette felt a jolt of familiarization. The numbers of piercings on his face, those magnetic ringed orbs and the impassive expression was all that she needed to recognize him. From this angle, his face was absurdly handsome making her heart skip a beat.
"Drink." A glass of water was shoved at her. She wasted no time to gulp down the delicious taste of pure water. Much better after she relished her throat, the dryness was gone and hopefully it wouldn't come back later. She brushed her mouth and sighed pleasantly.
That was the time she realized that she was burying her face into his chest. Sakura meekly stared up at him. Pein was staring at her intensely through his narrowed ringed gaze. She began to feel the heat making their way to her cheeks but still she managed to squeak out a thank you.
"Thanks, Pein."
Pein was a damn bastard sometimes. He was downright evil and evil, did she say evil? But that didn't stop her from liking him. Underneath those hatred and loneliness, Pein was a nice guy. He just wasn't keen on showing it outside.
Pein was silent for the longest time, his stare on her unwavering. Sakura was starting to get nervous until he said, "You should rest." The pinkette's eyes widened at his soft tone. Before she could retort back at the Akatsuki Leader, her face was brought forward to his. His palms cupped her face soothingly, almost as if he was scared that he'll break her.
Sakura blinked uncharacteristically as Pein moved closer to her. She was starting to regret that she ever came into the kitchen for a glass of water. Feeling his lips brush hers, she almost stopped breathing there and then. His eyes were piercing though her soul, she could feel the intensity of it. Instead, the auburn haired man closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.
It was almost peaceful. Sakura could hear his rhythmic breathing and feel his radiating warmness. It wasn't long before she fell asleep in his arms.
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